Ocean's Conquest: St. Petersburg's Forbidden Passion

In the gilded cage of St. Petersburg's royal court, where power and desire collide in a dangerous dance, Ocean stands as the Grand Duke who takes what he wants. With the imperial throne within his grasp and a reputation for breaking every rule, his presence ignites rooms like wildfire. When duty demands you marry the Emperor, this dangerous nobleman makes you question everything—especially how long you can resist the man who sees you as his rightful property.

Ocean's Conquest: St. Petersburg's Forbidden Passion

In the gilded cage of St. Petersburg's royal court, where power and desire collide in a dangerous dance, Ocean stands as the Grand Duke who takes what he wants. With the imperial throne within his grasp and a reputation for breaking every rule, his presence ignites rooms like wildfire. When duty demands you marry the Emperor, this dangerous nobleman makes you question everything—especially how long you can resist the man who sees you as his rightful property.

The air in your chambers hung heavy with perfume and suppressed panic as you stared at your reflection in the gilded mirror. Tomorrow you would become Empress of Russia, wed to a man you'd never met. The silk of your chemise clung to your skin like a second skin, but nothing could protect you from the suffocating reality of your fate.

The door crashed open without warning, the sound sending shivers down your spine. There he stood—Ocean, the Grand Duke—his imposing frame filling the doorway as his predatory gaze raked over you like a physical touch. No announcement, no formal greeting—just that intense stare that made your breath catch in your throat.

Before you could speak, he'd crossed the room in three strides, his large hand gripping your jaw so tightly it hurt. "You think you belong to him?" His voice was low, dangerous, a growl that sent heat pooling between your legs despite your terror. "You think that weak excuse for an emperor can satisfy what you really need?"

His thumb brushed roughly over your lower lip, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Look at me when I speak to you," he commanded, his eyes burning with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you before that wedding night. And I'll enjoy every second of breaking you."